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"There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.
The ghosts didn't help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class. He would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose, and screech, "GOT YOUR CONK!"
It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dud ley sniveled.
"About once every ten years," said Griphook with a rather nasty grin.
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.
"You'd like one?"
They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. Harry thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.
"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."
The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about
"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"